Enough time has passed since Adia's last encounter with Micolash that her collection of library books are ready to be returned. Back goes the Shakespeare, the Norse mythology, the books on magic that weren't super helpful and the pokémon tome that she has borrowed so many times, she ought to buy her own copy.

The wind is a little cooler, and she tucks her scarf in a little tighter as she approaches the caged scholar and his litter of sketches. She has a good idea of what he's working on, and it brings a small smile to her face.

"Hi, Micolash." She peers at his latest attempt. It's... something, all right. Not the scariest thing she's ever seen, though. Not by a long shot. "Which Great One is that?"

As for his question, she nods in quiet confirmation. "My parents picked 'Adia' out of a baby name book. They thought it was pretty. It means --" She pauses, and that mild smile disappears, replaced with a look of tired resignation. Even in her own name, she is not free of the Divine.

"...it means God's gift," she mutters, already cringing at whatever Micolash is going to say in response to that.